I promise I try to be good, every single day, but it feels like I’m a smoker who’s going to quit, and I quit every day, only to light back up after breakfast the next morning.
I say “I’m back on my diet” as I reach for a soft shell taco at a local restaurant. “I know what I’m doing” as I reheat my leftover Chinese food for dinner. “It’s ok,” I say, “It has chicken and a lot of veggies in it, and I’m not eating all the Spicy Brown Sauce.”
Even to my own ears the excuses seem to fall flat, obvious in their attempt at justification.
“I’ll restock on healthy food when I get paid, my shelves are bare from me being gone for a week.” seems to be translating into “I’ll start tomorrow.” and I have to wonder, how many “tomorrow’s” will there be before the scale starts to go up again?
I fought tooth and nail to get down to 162, and although as of yesterday I was below that, I didn’t weigh myself this morning, and deep down I think I know why:
Have you ever known you were gaining weight, or cheating on a diet, so you avoid the scale? It’s like keeping your eyes closed at a scary movie. Everything is happening anyway, but you don’t want to see it.
Today I will try again, and yes, I am out of my GNC shakes, and my Wonderslim is depressingly low, but that is no excuse not to TRY.
PS, my 110 lb dog, Dante, says hello, and…
He is such a sweetheart that one. And yes, he is a Husky mix, here he is:
Yes really, that’s him…kind of funny that I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think he is fat, either, and it makes total sense his head is buried in the snow…
Today I will bring my cinnamon vanilla cereal to work and snack on it if I get hungry. It has 15g of protein and only 4g carbs in a baggie. I will also eat my soup that is at work, another 15g protein and about 6g of net carbs. Finally, I will drink my 80 ounces of water today, I swear, I will…try.
With that being said, I’ve held myself accountable to the world, and left it all out there, so to speak, and now I go to start my day anew.